Not that Stella was complaining but the work area looked exactly like someone had turned on a light after a long party only to find that there was vomit splattered all over the walls. At least it only smelled a little bad, kind of like someone had left their lunch in their desk over the break and it had gone off. Her nose twitched a little and she cast a nice odoris subsisto charm over her assigned desk so that at least it wouldn't be in the line of fire for now. Hopefully someone would arrive and sort their business out and it wouldn't become a problem.

As Kendra's personal assistant, Stella was, unsurprisingly, situated as close to Kendra's office as possible. Living on the edge and all that. She dropped her box on the desk and eyed the chair. It looked rickety. She gave it a nudge and it squeaked unpleasantly. Yeah. No.

Stella made short work of switching it out with another chair, from a desk that looked bare enough to suggest it wasn't currently in use, and then tested it out. Much better. Headphones on, time to finish unpacking and making this particular patch of vomit city her own.